At least I'm a bad dawg
AFRICAN FELLOW AT THE GROCERY STORE: Hey. HEY.
ME: Uh?
AFRICAN FELLOW AT THE GROCERY STORE: Yeah, you. I like your hair.
ME: ...You do?
AFRICAN FELLOW AT THE GROCERY STORE: Yeah, man, look at that! If I had hair like that... pfft! I'd be a bad dawg.
...
Hear that, gents?
Step 1: Cut and bleach your hair.
Step 2: Neglect it for ten months.
Step 3: Bad dawg!
Okay, I'm just going to get this out of the way: my comic submission failed to make the 2005 SPX Anthology, which, I'll be honest, hurt. Unfortunately, this edition wound up being low on page count and high on Established Name Comic Pros, so the odds for folks like me was next to nil.
Hell with it, maybe I'll take Rich's advice and get it published elsewhere. In the meantime, I'm just going to post it here:
Click to read Mount Paran Christian School.
(It's an autobio short that really, truly happened when I was a tender lad of 11 at a private Christian school in Georgia, told without comment or exaggeration.)
And since I'm in a dedicating mood, this story is for Allison Dabbs, who knew me when.
While I'm on the subject of comrades of yore, I received a startling email from Erin Robbins, a Mount Paran friend, concerning Danny Diaz, our former classmate:
I barely knew Danny back when, but my heart certainly goes out to him and his family. Any prayers are certainly appreciated.
Katrina.
Not that the world is waiting for me to weigh in, but this truly is a horrific situation. I'd link to the news stories, video segments, blog accounts and relief funds for and about the disaster, but I'm sure you've already been inundated with plenty.
Nothing to say but prayers for the victims. If you can help with your wallet, do.
In the midst of death, however, we are in life. Congratulations, Danny and Charity.
Speaking of babies (creepy ones at least), I've been meaning to link to this for awhile. Look if you dare, but know that Chris Cunningham is a genius.
There. I think this post has sufficiently wandered everywhere.
ME: Uh?
AFRICAN FELLOW AT THE GROCERY STORE: Yeah, you. I like your hair.
ME: ...You do?
AFRICAN FELLOW AT THE GROCERY STORE: Yeah, man, look at that! If I had hair like that... pfft! I'd be a bad dawg.
...
Hear that, gents?
Step 1: Cut and bleach your hair.
Step 2: Neglect it for ten months.
Step 3: Bad dawg!
Okay, I'm just going to get this out of the way: my comic submission failed to make the 2005 SPX Anthology, which, I'll be honest, hurt. Unfortunately, this edition wound up being low on page count and high on Established Name Comic Pros, so the odds for folks like me was next to nil.
Hell with it, maybe I'll take Rich's advice and get it published elsewhere. In the meantime, I'm just going to post it here:
Click to read Mount Paran Christian School.
(It's an autobio short that really, truly happened when I was a tender lad of 11 at a private Christian school in Georgia, told without comment or exaggeration.)
And since I'm in a dedicating mood, this story is for Allison Dabbs, who knew me when.
While I'm on the subject of comrades of yore, I received a startling email from Erin Robbins, a Mount Paran friend, concerning Danny Diaz, our former classmate:
| Danny Diaz was in a really bad motorcycle accident. He is in a coma and not doing good. His brain is swelling. He is married to Allison McLuhan and she is eight months pregnant. Please pray for him and his family. It's got to be really hard on Allison. My brother and I are trying to let anyone who knew him know about this, so he will have a lot of prayer. The doctor told Allison today that he might not make it. I will let you know when I find out more news. Thanks in advance for your prayers. Danny's dad set up a voicemail that you can call for the daily update. He updates it every evening. Yesterday the update was: he had the best day yet. he is still in a coma. his mri showed nothing more and same with the eeg. A specialist from the Shepherd Center came to interview Allison about moving Danny to their hospital. They have a whole dept. that specializes in coma patients . The number is: 404/923-8776. for now, he is still at Kennestone. |
I barely knew Danny back when, but my heart certainly goes out to him and his family. Any prayers are certainly appreciated.
Katrina.
Not that the world is waiting for me to weigh in, but this truly is a horrific situation. I'd link to the news stories, video segments, blog accounts and relief funds for and about the disaster, but I'm sure you've already been inundated with plenty.
Nothing to say but prayers for the victims. If you can help with your wallet, do.
In the midst of death, however, we are in life. Congratulations, Danny and Charity.
Speaking of babies (creepy ones at least), I've been meaning to link to this for awhile. Look if you dare, but know that Chris Cunningham is a genius.
There. I think this post has sufficiently wandered everywhere.
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